In the past year, our people had green heads, white thoughts, and red chests. The head represents the pride and dignity of Iranians; the thought voices peace, hope, and altruism; the chest is heavily grieved with the brutality rulers have inflicted on the children of this land [Iran].

The Iranian Green movement ended a year of success and will start the New Year certainly with a stronger faith. Yes, Norooz arrives, and people celebrate in accordance with the rebirth of nature. Norooz marks the end of the old, and in the new year, promises the dawn of a better and happier day. [Iranians] have joyfully placed their heart and hope in the green road to freedom.

On this road, there were dear compatriots who were tortured and violated, families who had to mourn the loss of their slain children, people who were imprisoned, and lionhearted men and women who did not retreat at the face of obsolete tricks.

The cry of their hunger strikes is heard from prison. We are proud of those who have refused to bow their heads to the oppressors of our time. We are proud of those who have stood tall within the prison walls, under the threat of the sword of the executioner. As a result, they have received the respect and praise of their compatriots.

As a family member of one of these brave people I feel the absence of my father, who is the backbone of our family. He is the candle that lights our household. My father, like you and I, has placed his hope in the green road to freedom and is determined to resist the difficult conditions of the dungeon of oppression.

I know very well that his resistance will bare a stone of shame around the neck of the despot, and a badge of honour for me who is not currently with my father. He has decided to stand next to the people by embarking in a fast of resistance [referring to the hunger strike].

We pray to God that our prisoners be released. We ask that God graces the families of those arrested with patience and the power of resistance. We pray the day comes when the songbirds of dawn do not sing of oppression and the net that the hunter has laid. Be it that God, fate, and nature lights the dark night of the land that inhabits such noble people.

As Hafez Shirazi said,

The world is a closed flower full of knots
Be the spring breeze that opens the buds

Let us remember the prisoners who have nobody; let us remember the innocent prisoners who are not next to their families; let us remember the families whose loved ones have been innocently taken away from them.

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